Elegy 2. To my Mistress

Fair glory of your Sex! when you have read
My name subscrib'd, and find who's conquered,
Blame not my weakness; know your eies are strong,
And can do what they will, or right or wrong.
I did not look to love, onely to see,
And was enthral'd when I least thought to be.
Be kind; or (if you needs will tyrannize)
Ile be your Martyr, burn me with your eies.
But let me live; For th' Art is more profound,
To save a dying Man, then kill a Sound